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The Old Scout's Lament
The days of elk and buffalo And beaver traps are gone.
Oh, the days of elk and buffalo! It fills my heart with pain To know these days are past and gone To never come again.
We fought the red-skin rascals Over valley, hill, and plain; We fought him in the mountain top, And fought him down again.
These fighting days are over; The Indian yell resounds No more along the border; Peace sends far sweeter sounds.
But we found great joy, old comrades, To hear, and make it die; We won bright homes for gentle ones, And now, our West, good-bye. |
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